Page 14 of Pyscho
Ivy’s chuckles die down, and her eyes race between mine and I furrow my brows, keeping my grip on her at the hesitation in her eyes before suddenly, she leans forward and press her lips again mine shocking the shit out of me, my eyes widening.
Her fucking lips are touching mine!
I should stop this, I should push her away and demand what the fuck she’s doing but I-I, fuck, I melt. I close my eyes and slowly wrap my arm around her waist to hold her close and bring my other hand into her hair, pulling the tie out before gripping the soft locks tightly in my fist as I sit us up, keeping our lips locked.
Soft, they are so fucking soft.
I’ve always wondered how they’d feel, but in my dreams, they were never this soft…
Ivy gently licks the seams of my lips, and every sense leaves me, my mind hazing, and I open, tangling my tongue with hers in gentle, slow strokes and fuuuuck.
Electric sparks run through me as my cock hardens beneath her, a feeling I couldn’t stop even if I wanted too and I don’t. I want her so badly, her touch, her lips only cementing the feelings I’ve had deep inside, proving it wasn’t all in my head, the sparks shooting through us consuming me.
I use my grip in her hair to tilt her head and deepen the kiss as she gently rubs herself against me and I fucking snap.
Spinning us, putting her on the bottom, I kiss her vigorously and grind myself between her thighs, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, holding me to her.
Fuck, I need to stop this, I need to walk away, our friendship could fucking end right now if I don’t but I just, fuuuuck, I can’t, even as Ivy moves one of her hands from around my neck and down between us, I kiss her and as her fingers undo my zipper, I kiss her fucking harder, her taste so fucking addicting.
We’ve crossed the line…
Ivy frees my rock-hard cock from the confines of my jeans and gently strokes it with a slight squeeze. I moan, Ivy swallowing the sound before I feel her entrance, her warm heat enveloping my tip and fuck me, I don’t think, instead I thrust forward hard, taking her in one go to the hilt, bottoming out.
“Fuck,” I gasp, breaking the kiss as I place my forehead against hers, keeping myself deep inside her so I don’t come.
She’s tight, so fucking tight and wet and warm.
Ivy breathes hard, gripping the sides of my neck to keep me close to her, her eyes squeezed tight and fuck me that is a sight.
I move my hand to her thigh and grip it tightly, causing her to open her gorgeous green eyes. They race between mine as my heart pounds.
Fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this, she’s leaving, she deserves better than me, than the brotherhood full of men who cheat and lie to the women they claim to love.
She deserves to live her life to the fullest.
I open my mouth to tell her we can’t, but whatever she sees in my eyes causes her to lift up and press her lips against mine, and all my resolve disappears as her tongue tangles with mine in soft, all-consuming strokes. As if my hips have a mind of their own, they begin to thrust, not giving a shit that we’re destroying our friendship.
She clouds my judgment always, and it makes me see only her.
She’s my fucking heart.
I kiss Ivy back harder, allowing all my thoughts to vanish and thrust hard but slow, making love for the first time in my life as I keep hold of her thigh and her fingers grip in my hair, keeping me close to her.
I’m probably making the biggest mistake of my life, yet I can’t seem to make myself care.
Chapter 4
Psycho
“Jax,”Ivy moans as I gently suck her nipple into my mouth while I gently rub over her clit, our bodies, sweaty, moving together as she moves beneath me with pleasure and look up and watch with awe, my legal name on her lips sounding like a breath of fresh air.
Ivy’s breathing picks up and I bite her nipple as I thrust two fingers inside her, her tight pussy squeezing them instantly as her orgasm washes over her and without missing a beat I quickly move down her body, remove my fingers and cover her whole cunt with my mouth, shoving my tongue into her entrance, drinking up her sweet nectar before sucking hard and I hook her thighs to keep her in place as another orgasm takes her as her body shakes.
Fuck me I could die on her taste and be a happy man.
I squeeze my eyes tight as I throw water over my face before gripping the bathroom sink, hanging my head. The memory of midnight flashing back and regret instantly hits me but not because I didn’t want it because I did, I fucking have done for years but because she’s planning on leaving, finding a life outside of Rose Meadow.
“I want to live free in New York without the club breathing down my neck every day, to try and find out who I am.”
